Cheeseburgers; chicken with lemon and garlic.
Saturday was the first pleasant day we've had in such a long time, and it wasn't even really warm. It was "pleasant" in the sense that it didn't seem like the outdoors was trying to kill you. There was just a little hint that warm weather might not be too far off. The barest suggestion that Spring might come.
Chuck immediately fired up the grill. It was a teensy bit hilarious, watching him standing next to a sad, melting snowdrift, trying to light the coals in the gusting wind. He got it done, by God. The whole neighborhood smelled like hickory smoke. So I guess it's officially grilling season?